Destruction was a path settling into my life, one that I would be familiar with. Cole was my absolute destruction. He would chew me up and spit me out until nothing was left, but that wasn’t what bothered me. I welcomed the destruction for the first time in my life. Even with his admittance, I desperately wanted him. It took so much for him to open up to me, to tell me about his mother. Pain was what I saw as he pushed through his story. He didn’t skip a beat, feeling like I deserved to know the truth. Did it make me feel differently toward him than I thought it would? Yes, partially, it did because I was scared. My fear didn’t arise from what he told me, that my life was in danger every day being with him, but that I would now somehow lose him.
I had to take a mome
